in a memory.

I can't decide if this place is a happy one or not.

Everytime I visit, it brings tears to my eyes.  Or at least it raises the threat.  A battle which sometimes I cannot triumph over.

And I am defeated.

Is it because I am the one to blame for the desertation?

Or is the destruction simply because of reasons I am not fully aware of?

My frontal cortex could debate the matter endlessly

and never come to a final conclusion.

Maybe I will never know the meaning behind the pure resultant. 

Maybe I do not need to.

Maybe it is already taking the course back to reparation
of which it needs to be.

And maybe all I need to do it trust that

this place is a happier one over the alternative.

If not now, then later.  In time to come.

All I can say is please remember, because I do.